[Verse 1: Gonage]
I got yo b**h layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary
Stackin' up this bread like a baker, Josephine
She wanna refill, so I get that ho a bean
n***as on the sideline yellin' "Who the f** is he?"
b**h I'm @Gonage, you can call me Cody B
Wardrobe overseas, pa**ports all over me
White leather seats lookin' like c**a leaf
Every time I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key
I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet
Linen bu*ton-up like I'm walkin' round on the beach
Blind hoes notice me in my Range Rover Jeep
So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodeci
Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to sleep
Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to vote for me
Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet
If money ain't the convo, you ain't even supposed to speak
[Hook]
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say sh**
In the VIP we champagne-spray sh**
I'm in the club lookin' like a bank statement
If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
Walked in the club, ain't pay sh**
Broke n***as hate, caus' they ain't sh**
I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment
If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
Cody
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether
You don't know Childish, n***a me neither
Eastside Atlanta, flyest n***a in a Waffle House
If it ain't money, man, we ain't got sh** to talk about
Kennedy compound, my 20-room house
So big my ex-girls ain't gotta move out
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say sh**
My bank account look like when little kids break sh**
Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle it
Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new sh**, mixtape management
Show these dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent
Porsche brand new, pa**ed 'em a cool hundred
Yeah my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted
It's the n***a y'all knew back when I flipped meal cards
Now my meals free when I don't taste the fifth star
We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge
Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you
It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on it
On Worldstar and I ain't have to have a n***a moment
Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard sh**, a n***a's always constipated
Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weight
Flossin' hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake
Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome
As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Branson
sh** talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
So iconic, Black Kennedy this sh**
Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin' new sh** and the haters get the splashback
Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at
[Hook]